We came across the photo in an old album and it triggered a cascade of memories for my 91-year-old mother. Ada had Tuberculosis. She lived with my grandparents for some time, when my mother was a child, and is remembered as a wonderful aunt. My mom adored her.
When Ada died, nobody told my mother. She vividly remembers being sent to a neighbour’s house while the adult family attended the funeral. Not that she was informed that there was a funeral. My grandmother told her that Ada had gone away to England.
My mom was old enough to understand that her beloved young auntie, who had been ill for a long while, had died.
Although it happened eighty years ago, my mom has never forgotten that her mother didn’t tell her the truth…